nothing but reality

if i was a good child they wouldn’t have been beating me


if i didn’t deserve this it wouldn’t be happening to me


if i was stronger this wouldn’t hurt 


if I wasn’t a coward I wouldn’t be afraid


if they’re hurting me it’s to make me better


if I controlled myself properly I would get over this


if I was worth anything I would stop being a nuisance to everyone


if anyone found me important my feelings would matter


if it was possible to love me someone would have loved me by now.


these are the thoughts of abuse survivors.

if you felt this, you’ve been abused.

im not saying nina taught sonny to read, but that is what she tells people

I want nothing more than to wake up with your arms around me in the middle of the night, finally feeling safe.
—  I need to wake up from my little fantasy and face reality

Hc that the members of Overwatch don’t really see Junkrat as a smart guy. Like they just see him and Roadhog as these junker criminals who know nothing but destruction

But in reality Junkrat is actually super smart. Like he just doesn’t show it like Winston does or Symmetra. He doesn’t write out equations or really know all those fancy calculations and formulas. Overtime he had come up with his own terms for everything which may confuse the others since they don’t know what he’s talking about and gets confused that they’re confused

But he understands how to do the math and science he just can’t like the others can. I mean he’s built his tire and his other weapons, his arm and leg too all from scratch and spare parts

So overall junkrat is very smart and just shows it differently
Bonus for Roadhog threatening anyone who makes fun of Junkrat and calls him dumb or anything

elrondsscribe  asked:

Also, if functional two-handed longswords aren't heavy and require skill and control, and functional war bows require a lot of strength, then (buying into gender stereotypes for a moment) why not give the swords to the women and the bows to the men?

You’re asking me to explain gender stereotypes to you and how those stereotypes influence what we’ll call “conventional wisdom” in a way that ultimately has no relationship to reality.

It’s like asking, “if women have always fought then why do people keep insisting there were no women warriors?”

Sexism, stereotypes, and even some cultural conventions have nothing to do with reality. To begin with the premise you started with, you’re already challenging stereotypes with the idea that women have any role in combat at all. Now, you’re asking “why aren’t women front line combatants while men are relegated to artillery?”

That’s hitting the ground running when everyone else is still up on the helicopter wondering if women can even make the jump. When most people are wondering whether it’s possible for women to fight at all, despite a large bevy of historic women who’ve bucked the trend. This is a subject on which PhD research papers are built, exploring social mores, conventions, gender roles, and stereotypes handed down to us century by century that insist women have no role in combat at all, that war and combat are “men’s work”, to be glorified for men by men and men alone.

So, why would the sword, which is a symbol of leadership, kingship, and heroes, be given to a woman?

We live in a culture that can barely acknowledge women have different body types, that their bodies are influenced and changed by the kind of exercise they engage in. We live in a culture that fights tooth and nail against taking female sports professionals seriously. We live in a culture where women being forced to register for the draft is up for debate, and large swaths would prefer they didn’t. We live in a culture where plenty of girls still see recreational martial arts as not for them, not because they don’t want to, but because they think they can’t do it.

Now, you’re here arguing for the fiction because that’s what’s been presented by the vast majority of media and culture as true.

Consider the number of female professionals and enthusiasts today, from the army to the police to the martial artists to the traditional fencers to the HEMA fencers. There has and always will be a strong interest by women in the combat arts. However, cultural perceptions and acceptability will also always be a factor. To ask the question you did is to both overlook the pervasive nature of sexism and disregard its normalization by buying into the idea that “if this is true then we’d see widespread evidence of it” without bothering to look. To overlook misinformation. To overlook gender bias. To ignore the fact that female contributions to history are, by and large, routinely ignored.

We live in a culture that can barely acknowledge women have different body types. We live in a culture where a vast number of women become disillusioned with working out because they were never taught muscle weighs more than fat. That weight gain is a natural first step to a work out because their bodies are building up muscle then the muscle will inevitably begin devouring the fat and they lose weight.

If one works out their upper body, consistently and constantly, whether male or female, they will develop those muscles. Drawing a bow works out the upper body as it relies on strength in the arms, shoulders, and chest muscles. This will lead to a much thicker upper body and strong shoulders, which is not necessarily an appealing mental image for someone buying into cultural stereotypes about feminine beauty.

There are very few female characters who accurately represent what a women would look like after their training and often, in fiction, the feminine ideal of physical beauty is what’s chased. Wish fulfillment fantasies, generally, have little room for reality.

Assume instead that the person who is making the choice buys into the stereotypes. They’re looking for a kind of combat that is more safe, more feminine that active physical conflict. They may say they are about “female power”, but are buying into the idea that the bow is a safe, ranged weapon that requires less physical exertion/danger than a sword.

If you’re confused the stereotype is:

“Women are weak and therefore not suited to close combat. I know! I’ll give her a bow. Bows are ranged weapons, so she can kill at range, stay outside of combat without having to get her hands dirty.”

Never assume people argue from a position of knowledge, most of the time we work from a position of perception.

The sword also has the longstanding symbolic reputation as the weapon of the Chosen One in literature. So, watch writers trip over themselves to make sure certain characters never get to lay their hands on one.

-Michi

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“I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.”
-A letter from Chris McCandless to Ron Franz - Into The Wild

make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.
—  Jon Krakauer, Into the wild
Nothing Like Reality (pt 2 of apparently more than 2)

I honestly tried really hard to not have it be months between parts - but writer’s block had other ideas. My CS x Beauty and the Geek with a tiny touch of Unreal crossover fic for my friend @bbjorgman. Thanks to MFAMB @spartanguard for banner and beta duties.

Chapter 1 is HERE Probably worth a reread thanks to time passing

~5000 words, rated T

Part 2

By the time Emma made it back onto set, filming for the costume party was already underway. Praying that Ruby had finally got Killian into his costume, Emma sidled up to the camera watching as Liam introduced Anna first, dropping into a comfortable banter with her about her transformation and her expectations for seeing Killian next. Liam was a natural in this environment: warm and genuine with the contestants, and ridiculously likeable on camera - a family trait, she thought with a wry smile.

Anna, true to form, had plenty to say and Emma let her attention wander slightly, opening her shooting schedule and planning what she could, knowing Zelena would be breathing down her neck. Engrossed in her work, she didn’t notice as the crew prepared for Killian’s entrance.

It was the audible gasp followed by stunned silence that alerted her.

Somehow she knew what the reaction was for, knew Ruby was a master of her craft and that the base material hadn’t been too shabby to start with. Breathing deeply, she slowly raised her eyes, panning up his long legs from the pointy-toed leather boots to the fitted leather trousers that hugged his muscled thighs. A vest of luxurious red fabric was the only thing stopping a full romance-novel-pirate happening if the deep vee of his black linen shirt was anything to go by, a silver chain with pirate charms drawing her eye to the dark swirls of hair on his chest that had her swearing under her breath. The whole outfit was topped with a long leather duster, with ornate buttons and detailed cuffs that revealed one hand bedecked with heavy silver rings while the other now ended in a ominous-looking silver hook.

She was almost afraid to look at his face, what she imagined was so far removed from the perms and twirled moustaches she associated with Captain Hook. The heat pooling in her belly was already too much to handle. It was lust, pure and simple, she told herself, forcing her eyes up to meet his.

The too-long, too-tidy hair had been trimmed and artfully tousled; the image of running her fingers through the dark strands in a moment of post-coital bliss was almost impossible to ignore. She snorted to herself, realising that was probably Ruby’s intention in the first place. His scruff had been manicured too—close-cropped with flecks of ginger visible in the sunlight. But It was the kohl-rimmed blueness of his eyes that stopped her in her tracks, especially when he raised his eyebrows at her, cocking his head to the side as if to ask for her approval.

The bastard knew exactly what he looked like, she was certain.

The initial excitement of the big reveal over, work began again on multiple shots of Killian in costume, with Anna and with Liam. Despite her own heavy workload, Emma found herself unable to leave set, her eyes wandering back to him over and over. She watched as he parried with his sword for the cameras, spinning flamboyantly as the long coat trailed in his wake, and she hoped the flush of attraction she could feel in her body had not made its way up on to her face.

“Oh yes,” came a self-satisfied voice at her shoulder, “that will do very nicely.” Emma turned sharply and came face to face with Zelena, her fellow producer all but licking her lips at the sight of pirate Killian.

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I can’t believe the whole ‘The Millennium Puzzle grants Yugi’s wish for friends’ bit is fanon when the reality is so much BETTER.

Yugi just assumed he got a wish.

But magic had nothing to do with it.

Yugi gets his friends because he pushes himself to be brave and lets himself get beaten up in place of Joey and Honda. Joey recognises this and tries to make amends - going from picking on him to being fiercely protective.

Joey’s becoming friends with Yugi is the reason the Puzzle is completed, not the result of it.

Then because he now has a friend like Joey, he talks more, interacts more, unlike his reclusiveness in the beginning. This helps better his friendship with Téa. He becomes bold enough to take an embarrassing fall for Honda and risk expulsion.

And we want to let the Puzzle take credit for that???

Luffy’s dazzling smile and words here show just how much faith he has in not just Sanji, but ALL of his nakama and friends.

Clearly, the foremost thing on Luffy’s mind was that Sanji might get tricked by Pudding and in the worst scenario, get killed. But now that Luffy knows that Sanji knows, there’s no need to seek him anymore - he has faith in his cook that he’s wise and powerful enough to work it out himself with a bit of help from his nakama, and eventually come to meet him at the place of promise.

Also, note that Luffy says “everything else has been taken care of”, when in reality nothing has actually been resolved. Luffy doesn’t know where his nakama are or what they’re doing, but he still trusts that Brook and Pedro will secure the poneglyph, that Nami and the others will help Sanji keep his promise.

So all Luffy has to do for now as captain… is to believe that Sanji will come back of his own accord, and calmly wait for his return.

Here’s to the type of girls who spends endless time watching other people’s relationships portrayed through movies. The type who fantasizes about potential romantic connections yet does nothing when it comes to reality. The type that wants a perfect ending, but subconsciously skips through all of the things in between. The type that keeps waiting in her comfort zone, afraid of getting hurt. The daydreamers.